(Photo byย John McKaveney: Bright Moon)
I can’t remember when we met. Was I truly just a boy? Gazing up at you, as you coyly peaked out of the clouds, some star-obscured night.
I can certainly remember the loves I brought before you. Our deep embraces, so luscious with savored intimacy, offered up to you like a libation.
& I remember the night you set me free. To run wild across the backwoods of the mountains, howling in delight. Accompanying my brothers and sisters on the long hunts of whitetail, or whatever enticing prey whose scent we caught.
Always, dear Lua, have you been the best of friends.
Even
as the clouds
roll in
I can count
on your face
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